Creeping Poem by Evelyn Judy Buehler

Creeping



The shadows were creeping like golden summer,
Upon arising covertly, from crimson dawn mists,
And they shrank at noon to a realm just under,
Then idly resumed, their daring sunshine risks,
'Til plum twilight, and a kingdom they'd missed!

Creeping
Wednesday, August 11, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: quintain (english),shadows,journey,days,nightfall,summer,colors
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